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Feb 2014
Pushing me into a corner
towering me as if you're my owner.
Crushing me with your presence
causing self imposed penance.
How should I cope
when all I can do is mope?
I know what you say maybe true
but do you even have a clue?
The pressure maybe too great
please tell me it's not too late.
Are we past the point of no return?
The Butterfly
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The Butterfly  in Neverland
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